Morning brought no relief, only a blinding, harsh sunlight that exposed the cracks in my life. I walked into the kitchen, eyes swollen and red. Daniel was there, leaning against the counter, sipping an espresso. He looked fresh, rested, and immaculately groomed.

“You look terrible,” he said, not looking up from his phone. “People were staring at the car this morning when I moved it to the shade. It’s a magnet, Em. Absolute magnet.”

He didn’t notice my silence. He didn’t notice the way I flinched when he put his cup down.